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Friday, August 12, 2005
I don't buy lottery tickets, but I am not immune to hope. I plant trees and imagine them succeeding, providing habitat for generations.
I am particularly susceptible to short-term hope. I look at an image and think, yes! It is good! I will eat, I will buy Sophie a new collar.
And so it was with this image. An author who I particularly admire was hunting for some live oak imagery, a row of oaks.
The Artists and Curators scoff, "it has already been done".
It's lucky the world wasn't created by an Artist?
"I am gonna to make Me some continents and put them in a vast sea of urine."
"I'm gonna make Me some animals and cut them up into sections."
In the end the job was killed.